The news of Yang Lin's return to the court spread, and there was an endless stream of people coming to visit him. He usually excused himself by saying that he was tired from the journey and occasionally felt cold.
Early this morning, there was a carriage parked in front of the door. The person who got off had white hair and beard, and was tremblingly supported by several chamberlains.
When the disciples saw it, they quickly sent someone to report that Officer Yang from the Ministry of Internal Affairs was here.
Yang Jian has aged a lot in the past six months. Looking at the familiar plaque of Zhaode Square, he felt slightly absent-minded.
The little chamberlain who supported him reminded: "Grandpa?"
Only then did Yang Jian come to his senses and said, "Let's go in."
The servants took them to the flower hall, lowered their hands and said, "Teacher, please wait a moment. I will go and inform Dalang immediately."
Yang Jian smiled and said, "Don't be in a hurry. If Wen Yuan has something to do, let him finish his work. Our family will just wait here."
Yang Mansion, inside the study.
The three-legged gilt animal head incense burner placed on the flower table emits curls of green smoke and the long-lost faint scent of agarwood, which makes people feel peaceful.
Behind a red plum gauze screen, Yang Lin was lying on a soft couch, his eyes slightly closed, and he was deep in thought.
In the past few days, all the information about Bianliang had been running through his mind like a revolving lantern. Now, people in the court had begun to change their minds.
Although he had no intention of ascending to the great treasure before destroying the gold, his subordinates could no longer restrain themselves. Everyone wanted to follow the dragon's power, and they seemed to be more anxious than himself.
In this situation, it is not good to suppress blindly. If you suppress too much and too frequently, what if you really want to rise to the top in the future and everyone is no longer active?
This requires careful control. Thinking of this, Yang Lin felt a headache.
The door to the outer room creaked, and Yun Niang's familiar voice came: "Where is Da Lang?"
Qin Qingqing pursed her lips, and Yun Niang twisted her waist and came to the inner room. Sure enough, she saw the old god Yang Lin here. She stepped forward and said: "Da Lang, Yang Jian from the Internal Affairs Department is here."
Yang Lin reached out and Li Yunniang let out a sweet cry and sat on his lap.
"Da Lang, Mrs. Yang is still waiting outside in broad daylight." Yun Niang said shyly.
Yang Lin knew in his heart that 80% of them came to persuade him to come in, and he was worried about this matter.
Yang Jian is the most active one among these people. He knows the reason why. It is simply because he is afraid that if he dies early, his lineage will be gone. After all, he is a eunuch and has no real heir. If he cannot support Yang while he is alive,
If Lin takes over, his power will disappear.
Seeing Yang Lin frowning and saying nothing, Li Yunniang twisted her fat hips, adjusted her sitting posture, and asked with concern: "Da Lang, what's the matter? Are you worried?"
This Yun Niang has not been seen for half a year, and her body has become much rounder. Her figure is like a gourd, exquisite and graceful, with plump breasts, fat buttocks, pink face and peach cheeks, and a variety of charms.
Yang Lin shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter. For some minor matters, just ask Yang Jian to wait outside for a while."
After saying that, he pulled open the cross-collar top of her body, kneaded it a few times, lifted up her robe and said harshly: "Whore, what are you waiting for, do it yourself."
Qin Qingqing, who was packing official documents outside, kept her ears pricked up. When she heard the spring chant inside, she blushed and spat.
A pair of soft clothes stretched out to the belt, gently tugged on it, and walked to the inner room undressing. ——
"Haha, brother, you're fine."
Yang Lin's face was red, and he walked out with a smile.
Yang Jian, who had been waiting in the flower hall for a long time, sighed softly, with a smile on his face, and said: "Brother Yang, I haven't seen you for half a year. If you come back a few days later, I won't be able to say anything with my old bones.
He’s about to be buried.”
"What do you mean? I see that you are in good spirits and are going strong as you age. You can live to be more than a hundred years old."
Yang Jian held his hand and said, "May I lend you some good words."
Yang Lin felt that the old eunuch was a little lonely, and he sighed for a moment. This man must have a wife, otherwise what is the use of Yang Jian?
After working so hard and walking on thin ice, I have finally achieved success and fame over the years, but yet I am so worried about what will happen after my death.
Cai Jing, for example, is obviously older than him, but he doesn't worry at all. His son Cai Sui is under his sect and his beloved disciple, and he will definitely challenge the Cai family in the future.
But no matter how much I understand him, I can't ruin my plans for him. I will try to fool him no matter what I say today.
Yang Jian lost his usual patience and went straight to the point, saying: "Wenyuan, we have been friends for many years. From the first day you entered Bianliang, our family has been here to help you. Now that I am old, I will not live much longer."
Oh my god, you also know that eunuchs like ours will lose everything once they die. I have worked hard for half my life to earn this little fame and fortune, isn’t it hard?”
Yang Lin didn't expect him to be so frank. He probably knew that nothing could be hidden from him, so he simply told the truth.
The more he behaves like this, the more he is able to impress Yang Lin. Thinking of his official career, Yang Jian has always been on his side.
He had a good relationship with Cai Jing at the beginning, and after he challenged Han Zhongyan and fired the first shot of establishing his own business, Yang Jian quickly came to his side.
Later, he and Liu Qingshui formed the alliance of the Long Live Battalion, the Anti-Security Factory, and the Imperial City Division, which were the three giants of justice, and offended all the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty.
Finally, the Bianliang Palace changed. This man, who was seventy years old, took a knife and thrust it into Liang Shicheng's body in front of Zhao Ji in front of the dragon bed.
As the past events passed by, Yang Lin rolled his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Brother, I promise you that no matter what, I will pass on your title to your nephew."
Yang Jian's eyes flashed with tears, but he couldn't help but smile and said: "We know that we are not wrong about the person!"
After seeing off Yang Jian, Yang Lin was a little uninterested, Zhao Ji was drinking the northwest wind on the Duiyu Tower; Liang Shicheng was dead; Yang Jian and Cai Jing were old; Han Zhongyan, Zeng Buyuan was relegated to the border; Gao Qiu was free to play Cuju at home.
A new generation has replaced the old, and all the opponents and friends in the past have or will soon withdraw from the stage of Bianliang.
So how should Bianliang exit?
This place has witnessed the rise and fall of the entire Northern Song Dynasty, the scenery and loneliness of countless famous ministers and generals, and even witnessed poems whose names have been passed down through the ages.
There is no doubt that Bianliang is a city of miracles and a glorious page in the history of human civilization. Even thousands of years later, people can still marvel at the dream-like splendor of Tokyo from a few words in the history books.
It is definitely not possible to rashly choose a location to move the capital. You must weigh it carefully, otherwise you may fear that the foundation of the country will be unstable in the future.
An idea began to appear in Yang Lin's mind, making him ready to act.
Rather than choosing a city to move the capital to, it would be better to build a capital city comparable to Kaifeng and Bianliang on today's territory.